Come to me in the mist’s sighs
11 October 2015
The rain speaks the most
Its patter mind’s chatter spent
Unwinding coils
Heart its chatter is storing
To speak coiled Love
.
The sun scorches lands
Offered to its deadly rays
In wake of the Fear
Walking within its healing
I kiss strong the loving sun
.
When sun breathes in land
Come to me in the mist’s sighs
Reverberating
I will carry you above
Where the Love paints its rainbows
.
The wings flapping high
Rising above crusty Grey
Shake off salty tomb
Renewed butterfly’s colours
Take caterpillar beyond
.
I took am drawn into the vortex and can feel myself drawn into the moors late at night with the wind whipping, and hear off in the distance waves crashing into the rocky coast. Searching for the lost Lover. This is a poem that gives the reader a total experience. Your words have a great visual quality that gives the individual reader a very unique vista & viewpoint. Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing talents.
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Thank you Deborah, what a beautiful compliment. I am so glad you visualise this so. Much love to you and Stephen
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